One of the black wolves directly tore off one of the girl's arms.

Luckily, it hurt so much that he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound.

The more I tried to push my throat, the more pain it felt.

Accidentally involved in the wound again, the pain aggravated.

But in the face of such great pain, she couldn't even vent her voice.

She couldn't shout out loud, it hurt, it really hurt.

She can't tell anyone about all the grievances, she can only hold them all in her heart, because she can't speak!

She hadn't done anything bad before, but why did God punish her like this?

Doesn't everyone else say that God is fair? So why do the bad guys get away with it and have nothing, while the good guys either die or live on the streets.

Where is the fairness of this!

How embarrassed she is now.

Fortunately, I have tried to open my eyes and look at the philanthropist.

What a kind man Uncle Kreacher is.

For the children of the orphanage, reduced to stealing money.

And he was directly blinded in one eye.

The first thing I do when I go back to the orphanage is to see the children.

And she was watching the philanthropist from afar.

At that time, she really wanted to rush out and throw herself into Uncle Kreacher's arms and cry loudly: "Uncle Kreacher, I beg you, let's go to the hospital to see if the wound is good?" ”

But at that time, she didn't have the courage.

Now that I think about it, I really regret that when I escaped from the orphanage, I met Uncle Kreacher again, and I was taken care of by Uncle Kreacher again.

She really wanted to say thank you to him.

But... But she could no longer speak, and she could no longer make a sound.

Fortunately, he closed his eyes in despair, and the severe pain in his arm had already been numb.

Even that heart, I'm afraid, has already been riddled with holes.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw the moon hanging high in the sky.

And there seemed to be a man standing on top of the tallest tree.

Fortunately, he pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly, it turned out that people could still see hallucinations before they died.

After the wolves finished eating their arms, they didn't seem to be satisfied, staring at the fortunate ones lying on the ground.

Step by step, he approached her.

Fortunately, his heart has sunk to the bottom, and he no longer has any hope of being rescued.

It is better to die than to live in this world in such pain, death is the best relief for people, why should people be afraid of death?

"Hahaha"

Yuki opened his mouth with tears, but he didn't expect to be able to make a sound.

The first thought was to prop up the whole body with one of my arms and look at the philanthropist.

Speaking as fast as he could: "Uncle Kreacher really thank you, thank you for not giving up on me when I was in the most difficult time, thank you for taking care of me all the time,"

"Before, Yuki couldn't think of any way to repay him, but now I know that Yuki is the only one who can repay Uncle Kreacher."

"It is to stand in front of you and carry everything for you when you are in danger."

"Thank you."

Thank you for taking care of you all the time.

Thank you for your continued concern.

Thank you for staying the same.

Thank you for always looking for a cure.

Every word of thanks that comes out contains too much gratitude from one person to another.

Now she finally understood why she had looked at the gardener so unpleasantly before.

Because she doesn't trust the gardener, she is afraid that the gardener will lead the philanthropist to the point of no return.